My thoughts returned to Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw unexpectedly tonight, yet that is often the nature of such things.

Something small triggers it. In this instance, it was the noise of pages adhering to one another when I reached for a weathered book resting in proximity to the window. That is the effect of damp air. I paused longer than necessary, ungluing each page with care, and somehow his name surfaced again, quietly, without asking.There is something enigmat

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